my angel

Chapter 17 Soy products that make people happy

In the evening, everyone returned to the camp, and the patriarch and warriors also returned.

According to the God Envoy's will, try to catch alive as much as possible and bring them back.

This time I was catching a little gazelle, but I was caught because of my weak strength.

He Qinghuan was overjoyed, and asked people to quickly use the woods to surround a sheep pen, which was right next to the camp.

One of the lambs was bleating, and He Qinghuan asked, "Tell me, will you attract wolves?"

Bai Fucheng nodded: "Very likely."

"Then what should we do?" He Qinghuan was a little anxious.

"Dig a trap."

Yes, dig a trap.

I found a place, three sides were mountain valleys, leaving one side close to the lamb. On the only path, I dug a rectangular trap and covered it with branches and leaves. Now the vegetation is dense and weeds are covered to cover up the human breath.

Wait until tomorrow to see the result.

When I came to see it with great interest tomorrow, I found a ewe inside, and it was still a pregnant ewe.

It turned out that the mother sheep came to save her baby.

Do ewes have horns?He Qinghuan's world view has been refreshed.

Because there are different breeds of sheep whether they grow horns or not.

The ewes resisted fiercely, and when they saw the crowd surrounding them, they screamed terribly.

He Qinghuan let people go down, tied up the ewe's hooves, put wooden sticks on the front and back, and carried them back to the camp.

The lamb was tied with a rope and led back to the camp.

A circle of wooden stakes was built near the camp toilet, and the ewes and their children were tied inside, and the children were responsible for cutting grass and feeding them.

Speaking of children, the last smoked sausage was also arranged for the mud to watch every day so as not to let the fire go out. The mud is still very careful.

Saw said that every day he went to get cypress branches and stuff them in to make him smoke.

Seven days later, the witch doctor took it out, and everyone shared it one by one, and felt that the taste was unique.

Then every time the meat was divided, the internal organs left behind were marinated by the women with salt sponsored by the Big Bear Tribe and spices given by the witch doctor, and hung in the smoker to smoke.

Mud seems to have become a veteran of smoked sausage.

He is now in charge of the smoker, and he has brought other children along to become the head of the children.

There is a new task here, and Xiao Tao, the daughter of Rock and Lily, is in charge.

Because He Qinghuan's impression of Lily is very quiet, and Rock is the main warrior in the tribe, so the children they educate should not be able to find out.

Besides, girls' natural love and care for small animals is much better than letting them be raised by boys.

Xiaotao took the little sisters to guard and take care of the lamb mother and child.

Because I have the experience of taking care of chickens, I can be regarded as a skilled worker in raising sheep.

Weed every day, feed water, clean up the excrement, and throw the excrement into the big pit behind the toilet.

The lamb stopped crying because its mother was by its side, and the mother sheep stopped running away because it found the baby.

Just wait until another lamb is born, and there will be three sheep in the tribe.

The little ones have learned how to keep animals.

Here, He Qinghuan led the women to make many pottery pots and bowls, and dried them in the shade until they were half dry.

Use shells to grind the surface into a smooth surface, and press the surface of the mud body to make the surface smoother and tighter without roughness.

Then dry it in the shade until it is completely dry, and polish it again with shells to give off a red light.

The cave dwelling has been built, and the flue has been dug out. When it is simmering, it is enough to block it with stones.

The inner wall was pasted with mud to prevent smoke leakage and falling stones and mud.

At the door, there is only a kiln mouth that one person can drill through.

Prepare enough firewood to pile up next to it.

Move all the pots and bowls that are dry in the shade, and use stones to lay them on the ground so that each surface can be heated evenly.

Stack the layers to maximize the use of space.

After He Qinghuan demonstrated once, he handed it over to people in the tribe who were disabled due to hunting, such as Dasong. According to observations among the dozen or so people, Juan, who had a slightly more flexible mind and weak legs, was chosen as the captain by him.

Dasong has recovered physically, but because of his slight limp, he cannot walk very well, and the hunting activities of the tribe do not take him very well.

He followed the women and children in the camp and did what he could do.

A potter doesn't need to run fast, and the loss of a toe doesn't prevent him from making pottery.

Let him go in and learn how to set pots and bowls by himself, and he has to do everything himself to know what's going on.

Juan carefully stacked them according to He Qinghuan's pattern, with gaps between each vessel, so that the heat can reach every place.

Put them all in. The Tao Pi made by women these days is not full, because the space is well utilized.

He Qinghuan still decided to try firing a kiln first, it doesn't matter how much.

It was handed over to Juan to seal the kiln mouth with mud and stones, leaving only one observation hole, and igniting the fire at the fire port reserved under the kiln mouth.

On the first day, the fire should be slowed down to slowly dry out the hidden moisture in the mud, so as to prevent the temperature from rising too high or too fast, which will easily cause the mud to burst when the outside is dry and the inside is wet.

On the second day, the fire started to burn, and Juan was asked to observe the color of the flames, so that the fire would show a blue high-temperature flame and keep it for a day.

The fire was not stopped at night, and firewood continued to be added.

The Dashan patriarch sent him warriors to take turns on duty.

On the third day, the fire was slowly stopped, and the fire could not be cut off all at once, the temperature had to be lowered slowly.

At night, He Qinghuan asked him to block the observation hole, burner, and flue, and keep him stuffy, waiting for him to cool down naturally.

During the firing of the kiln, the soybeans were ground into bean juice on the second day, and each of Bai Fucheng, the witch doctor, the patriarch, and the envoy of the gods tasted a bowl.

I also kept a bowl of raw soy milk, put it aside, and handed it over to the witch doctor to guard, no one can touch it, I am useful.

Bai Fucheng said, "Is there no tofu today?"

"Wait."

Well, wait.What are you doing with a bowl?

Soaked soybeans again, this time soaked more.

On the third day, early in the morning, the two harmoniously grind soybean milk in front of the tent, turning twice and putting a spoonful of beans.

The white soy milk is kept, and then the stone mill is washed, the bean dregs are filtered, and the soy milk is boiled.

Leave a bowl and take away yesterday's already sour bowl.

The witch doctor followed behind to see if the god envoys you to drink this sour one?

I saw the soy milk in the pot was foaming and boiling, and it was about to come out of the pot. The God Envoy grabbed a handful of it from the ashes at the bottom of the pot.

Pick the plant ash that is clean of debris and throw it in the pot.

The foam quickly disappears, leaving only white soy milk.The witch doctor watched the miraculous scene carefully with wide eyes.

Even more amazing is yet to come

I saw the god envoy adults pour yesterday's sour soy milk along the side of the pot, pour it in carefully, and push and stir with a wooden spoon.

The God Envoy observed carefully, after pouring the soy bean milk, he slowly pushed it a few times.

Just listen to God Envoy adults say: "It's done."

As he spoke, he poured the soy milk into a square four-finger-high wooden box that was made yesterday.

The witch doctor was surprised to find that the delicate and smooth liquid just now turned into a solid.

I have never seen anything like this, although it is solid, it looks so delicate and white, soft and slippery, like a liquid.

He Qinghuan asked Bai Fucheng: "Do you eat old tofu or soft tofu?"

"Let's have a bowl of young ones first, and then a bowl of old ones."

A bowl of tender tofu just out of the pot was served to Patriarch Bai, and the beef broth left in the pot was poured over, and green onion minced green onions were sprinkled on. Instead of coriander, minced perilla leaves were used.

The witch doctor drooled as he watched, and hurriedly handed over his own stone bowl, and the envoy gave her a bowl as usual.

The witch doctor held the fragrant, smooth and tender tender tofu, which was beautiful and delicious, and it was so happy.

It would be beautiful if the old men of the tribe with bad teeth drank a bowl of this every morning.

I didn't even bite my teeth, so I went down, why is it so delicious?

God envoy adults asked: "how?",

The two squatted in front of the tent, and answered him in piercing voices.

"Witch doctor Ah Mu, this is called water tofu, also called bean curd. It is especially suitable for the elderly, children and pregnant women. It is easy to digest and absorb.

If you eat more, you can strengthen your body and prolong your life. "

The two chattered happily.

"So, witch doctor Ah Mu, you have to take good care of those soybeans from last time."

"Okay, my lord envoy." The witch doctor hesitated: "But can we really harvest three times more seeds in autumn than in spring?"

"Yes, when we find a suitable place in the future, we don't need to go out and pick

Plant what you like to eat in the ground, lest you can't find it.

If you plant it well, you can harvest ten times, a hundred times more seeds in autumn. "

Witch Doctor: God, this is not God's technology, what is it?Only nature can make plants germinate, bloom, and bear fruit, but God can make adults do the same?

Bai Fucheng couldn't help laughing as he watched the old lady adore his envoy.

"What are you laughing at? I saw that the soybeans planted by witch doctor Amu by the small river are growing very well.

And you?I have been here for three years, and I don’t know how to develop farming, so I’m still laughing!

Go to move the stone and press the old tofu. "

He Qinghuan wrapped the tofu with a sheet and covered it, then pressed it on a wooden board, and put a big stone on it.

"Tomorrow will be fine."

Water dripped out of the tofu box. After one night of pressing, the tofu became firm and elastic.

There were textile marks on the pure white surface. The witch doctor stretched his neck in amazement and couldn't help admiring.